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HOPKINS' 


D  K  X  : 
Hurrah  for  the  South,  hurrah, 
Lincoln  Going  to  Caanao, 


*^Volnnteer  Mess  Soaer,  3 

X'l'he  Merry  Little  SoUicr,  5 

^^riie  L%^i  that  Love<»  a  Sailor, 9  The  frishmaa's  Shauiy 

V / W^'ll  have  a  Little  Dance,  II       My  Little  Ned  and  I, 

^^ Happy  Land  of  Caanan,  2,  14*  Dixie's  Land, 

^s  Jolin  Hopkins,  printer,  823  New  Levee  st 

/l\  Near  the  Coraer  of  First  Street,  4lh  District. 

^J^  1861. 


•       J2VI/ 


(v. 


THE 

WILLIAM  R.  PERKINS 

LIBRARY 

OF 
DUKE  UNIVERSITY 


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VOLUNTEER 

Icro's  to   our  Generals  brave,  ^^Lo  wc  know  will 
♦     well  behave, 

V^iLli  their  officers  and  soldiers  to  sustain  cm  ha, hn, 
'ocs,  in  mcclino*  the  Louisiana  Guards,  had  bcttoi* 

square  their  yards, 
lud  ^'jtoai:  (ik^v  oi*  thi;?  ouv  hapyy  l^i  of  CAanoii. 


Chorus — Huzza,    bojs,  huzza,  we're  off  now  to  the 

wars, 
The  rights  of  our  country  sustaining  : 
And  all  we  ask  is  the  chance  to  be  put  in  the  front 

ranks, 
When  we  meet  cm  in  the  hapyy  land  of  Caanan. 

When   the   enemy  heaves  in  sight,  we'll  cry  with 
all  our  might, 
On,  on  boys,  let's  give  onr  foes  a  training, 
With  one  accord  we'll  shout,  wipe  the  abolitionists 
out, 
For  invading  this  our  hapyy  land  of  Caanan. 

Chorus — Huzza,  boys,  huzza,  we're  off  now  to  the 
wars,  etc, 

Then  here's  to  Southern  Rights,  in  whose  cause  we 

are  engaged  to  fight, 
Our  conduct  shall  tell  In  the  strife  we're  now  en- 
gaged in ;  '^ 
And  our  lives  we'll  deadly  sell,  the  invaders  to  repel 
From  this  our  happy  land  of  Caanan. 

Chorus— Huzza,  boys,  huzza,  we're  off  now  to  tho 
wars  J  etCo 


John  Hopkins,  Pjfiriter,  New  Leyee-^t.  4th  D^ 


nURKAH  FOR  TOE  SOUTH! 

Hurrah. 

PARAPHRASKD  BYaT^WriJo^^ 

Hurrah  for  tho  South,  'tis  joy  to  see, 

Far  in  the  mif^ht v  da^Yn, 
The  genius  of  old  Liberty 

With  all  her  armor  on. 
The  glory  of  her  sword  lias  cast 

The  tyrant's  might  away  : 
Sound  loud  your  trumpets  to  the  hlast — 
Hurrah  for  tho  Confederate  Stales,  Hurrah  I 

Hurrah  for  the  South  !  for  she  has  woko 
From  out  her  dream  at  length, 

The  promises  at  Washington  arc  broke. 
And  now,  godlike  in  her  strength. 

Erect  she  stands,  while  round  her  brow 
Bright  hopes  of  freedom  play — 

Exulting  she  is  harnessed  now — 
Hurrah  for  the  Confederate  State?,  hurrah  ! 


Ilorrah  for  tlio  South,  hcf  banner  cry 

Gallops  upon  the  wind  ; 
The  seven  stars  to  the  wind  let  fly, 

With  uncaged  pride  behind. 
Confusion  to  the  abolition  Tory  knaves, 

Her  mighty  course  would  stay — 

No  !  her  sons  hke  fanatics  never  rave, 

Hurrah  for  the  seven  manly  States,  hurrah. 

Hurrah  for  the  South!  God  speed 
The  good  cause  in  her  hands ; 

And  may  all  freemen  in  their  need 
Possess  such  hearts  and  hands. 

Hark  how  a  nation's  thunders  roll. 
And  shout  to  arms,  ye  Braves  ! 

Hurrah  for  the  Confederate  Boys,  hurrah. 

Hurrah  for  the  South,  Old  England  cries, 
Victor  Emanuel  and  Italy  smiles  ; 

New  Mexico  and  Arizona  in  joy  rephes, 
With  one  long  shout  throughout  the  mines, 

Down  with  the  Lincoln  Despots,  resound. 

Throughout  the  world  awaking  round, — 
Hurrah  for  the  Confederate  States,  hurrah! 


I'm  a  merry  little  Soldier, 

Fearing  neither  wound  nor  seal*, 
When  in  battle,  no  one  bolder 

Valour  i^  my  iQading  star. 


[    c 

To  aniis,  to  arms  we'll  fly, 

When  honor  calls,  no  toe  appals, 

We'll  conquer  or  we'll  nobly  die. 
Then  march  away,  march  away, 
Trumpets  sound  and  symbols  [)lay 
Mircli  awny  !  march  away  I 
I'o  the  merry  fife  and  diiun. 


Hark  !  tlic  mania!  trumpets  sounding, 

N.tes  that  echo  loud  alarms  ; 
To  support  our  troops  in  Pensacola, 

Sons  of  the  South,  to  arms. 

To  arms,  etc. 

Sons  of  the  South  !  Sons  of  Freedom  ! 
Draw  your  swords  ;  raise  high  your  shield ; 
Haste,  for  Confederate  future  s:ifoty, 
3.1ake  the  Black  Republicans  yield. 

To  arms,  etc. 

Pretty  maids  with  arms  extended, 

For  protection  loudly  call ; 
We  from  harm  will  try  to  shield  'cm. 
Or  for  them  in  glory  fall. 

To  arms,  etc. 
Lovely  woman  is  a  treasure  ; 
What  is  man  without  their  aid  ? 
To  protect  thciii  is  a  pleasure  ; 
I've  a  heart  that's  not  afraid. 


C    7    ] 


At  Ponsacola  landing  the  sonlli  has  made  a  slanuino'^ 

To  resist  an  invasion  they'x-e  preparing^ — 
Let  Ivincohi  and  his  might  eome  and  give  iis  a  little 

fight, 
And  we'll  send  'em  to  the  Happy  Land  of  Canaan, 

Oil  !  ha,  ha,  oh  ha,  ha,  the  Southern  boys  are  a'- 

coming  ; 
They'll  never  mind  the  weather,  but  get  ovcrdou- 

ble  trouble,  for  they're  not  going  to  mind  you 

Massa  Lincoln. 

Old  Lincoln  is  determined  upon  the  revenue, 
collecting  ; 
A  nice  time  he'll  have,  we're  athinking; 
"With  all  his  ships  of  war  let  him  try  it  if  he  '  dar, 
And  we'll  send  him  to  the  Happy  Land  of  Canaan/ 
Chorus  ~0h,  ha,  ha,  &c. 

Fort  Snmpter  it  has  fell,  now  Lincoln  may  go  to  li- 
Seward  and  his  race  all  according — 

Carolina  she  is  there,  throwing  bombs  in  the  air, 
To  light  'em  to  the  Happy  Land  of  Canaan. 
Chorus^— Ohj  ha,  ha,  &c. 

Old  Jeif  he's  the  man  that's  tal^en  a-uoblc  stand, 

To  stand  up  to  the  South  I'm  a  thinking ; 
He'll  never  give  up  the  landing,  for  the  South  is 
nobly  planning, 


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To  ?Gnd  tlu  ni  to  tlic  happy  lar.J  of  Canaan. 
Cliorii?-^.-0!i,  lia.  h:i,  etc. 

Lincoln  talked  very  load,  fv^r  lie  thought  Siunntc'' 
Hard  to  take, 
By  the  rebels  he  was  decfivinof, 
But  the  Soutlicrn  Guard,  led  on  by  Gen.Bcaui'eg'd, 
Put  him  in  a  devil  of  a  thinking. 
Chorus^— Oh,  ha,  ha,  ha,  etc. 

Now,  as  the  war's  begun,  let's  have  a  little  fan, 

And  w^c'il  give  them  our  ideas  according, 
For  the  boys  arc  not  afraid,  uncle  Jefia'   taken  the 

lead, 
And  hc'li  send  them  to  the  happy  land  of  Canaan, 
Chorus — Oh,  ha,  ha,  He. 

Onward  is  the  march,  through  the  border  states 

we'll  search, 
To  meet  Cameron,  Charge  and  Seward  acoming, 
Ben  McCuUoch  will  be  there,  and  he'll  make  them 

look  and  stare. 
For  he'll  send  them  to  the  happy  land  of  Canaan . 

Chorus— ,0h,  ha,  ha,  etc. 

Old  Virginia  and  brave  Maryland  af  J  joining  fiist 

the  Southern  band. 
To  meet  our  foes  they  swiftly  arc  preparing  ; 
Old  C4en.  Brao-o-  is  steady  and  the  bovs  Ihey  are  all 

ready 
To  land  them  in  the  happy  land  of  Canaan. 

Chorum — Oh,  ha,  ha,  etc, 


..^   LASS  THAT  LOVES 


The  moon  on  the  ocean  was  dimmed  by  a  ripple, 

Affording  a  chequered  light — 
The  gay  jolly  tars  passed  the  word  for  a  tipple, 
And  the  toast — lor  'twas  Saturday  night — 
Some  sweetheart  or  wife 
He  loved  as  liis  life, 
Kach  drank,  and  he  wished  he  could  hail  her; 
But  the  standing  toast, 
That  pleased  the  most, 
Was  the  wind  that  blows, 
The  ship  that  goes, 
And  the  lass  that  loves  a  sailor. 
Some  drank  Southern  Rights,  and  some  her  brave  ships, 

And  some  the  new  Constitution  ; 
Som  0,  may  the  Abolitionists,  and  all  such  rips, 
Yield  to  Southern  determination. 
That  fate  may  bless. 
Some  Poll  or  Bess, 
And  that  they  soon  might  hall  her. 

Some  drank  the  Privateers,  and  some  our  land, 

And  Southern  rights  for  ever ; 
Some  that  our  tars  may  never  want, 

Heroeo  brave  to  lead  them  ; 
That  fahe  who'y  in  distress  may  find 

Such  Aiieadij  that  ne'er  will  fail  her, 

But  the  staBdbg  toast,  kcs 


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\)\\  ye's  ever  go  in'till  fin  Irishman's  shinty? 
Och  !  b'ys,  tl  al's  tlie  place  where  the  whiskey  is  plenty; 
Wilh  }iis  pipe  in  his  mouth,  llirro  sits  Pad.ly  so  free, 
No  king-  in  his  palace  i^  prouder  thin  he  I 

Anah  !  me  honey  !   w-h-n-c-k  !   Paddy's '.he  bxiy. 

There's  a  three-legged  stool,  with  a  table  to  match, 
And  the  door  of  the  shanty  is  locked  with  a  latch  ; 
There's  a  nate  feather  matrass  all  bustin'  with  straw, 
For  the  wnnt  of  a  bedstead,  it  lies  on  the  floor. 
Arrahl  me  honey  !   &:c. 

There's  a  sniig  little  bureau  without  paint  or  gilt, 
Made  of  bords  that  was  left  when  the  shar.ty  was  builr. 
There's  a  three-cornered  mirror  hangs  up  on  the  wall, 
The  divil  a  face  has  been   in  it  at  atl.  " 
Arrah  !    me  honey  !    &c. 

He  has  ]i:gs  in  the  sty,  an  a  cow  in 'the  stable, 

And  he  feeds  them  on  scraps  that  is  left  .from  the  (alia 

They'd  starve  if  confined,  so  they  roam  ai  their  aise, 

A;,d  come  i.ilo  ihe  thanty  whiflevei  they  pia^e. 
Aiiaii  I  iuehoaey  !  i^c,  '     . 


He  has  three  rooms  in  one — kitchen,  bod-rom  and  hail. 
And  his  chist  it  is  ihree  wooden  pegs  in  ihe  wall  ; 
Two  suits  ofould  clothes  makes  bis  wardrobe  complele 
One  lo  wear  in  the  shanty,  that  same  for  tho  ^^ireet, 
Arrah  !  me  honey  !   &c. 

He  ran  relish  good  victuals  as  ever  ye's  ate. 
But  is  always  continted  with  praties  and  mate  ; 
He  prefers  them  when  cowl(J  (if  he  can't  get  thersi  hot, 
And  makes  tay  in  a  bowl  when  he  can  t  get  a  pot. 
Arrah  !  me  honey  1  &c. 

There  is  one'who  partakes  of  his  sorrow  and  Joy?, 
(Attends  to  the  shanty,  the  girls  and  the  hoys  ; 
The  brats  he  thinks  mora  of  than  gold  that's  refined) 
But  Biddy's  the  jewel  that's  set  in  his  mind. 
Arrah  !  me  honey  !   &.c. 

The  rich  may  divide  there  enjoyments  alone, 
With  those  who  have  riches  as  great  a*  there  own  j 
But  Pat  hangs  the  latch-string  outside  of  his  door, 
And  will  share  bis  last  cent  with  the  needy  and  poor. 
Arrah  !  me  honey  !    Sec. 

WE'LL  HAVE  A  LITTLE 

DANCE, 

TO-NIGHT,  BOYS! 

Oh,  listen  to  this  good  old  tune, 

ArA  then  I'll  sing  another, 
Oh,  Masga's  gone  this  afternoon, 

To  call  upoa  his  brother. 


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So  (Jnrkics  wait  s  little  while, 

Ti'l  he  gets  out  ob  a^'glit, 
We'll  drop  the  sliovcl  and  (he  hoe, 

And  have  a  llttlo  dance  to  nlgtt. 

CHORUS  : 
We'll  have  a  lliile  dance  to-night,  boy?, 
And  dance  by  the  light  of  the  moou. 

I  want  (he  cambric  handkerchief, 

I  want  the  beaver  hat, 
Oh,  band  me  down  the  hIgh-heeleJ  boots. 

Likewise  the  silk  cravat. 
The  darkies  all  are  grinning, 

Their  teeth  look  very  white,  ' 
'Case  they're  going  over  the  mountain, 

To  have  a  little  dance  to-night. 

To  have  a  little  dance,  &c.  ' 

I  get  up  at  the  break  of  day, 

To  take  my  morning  walk  ; 
I  mcetg  my  lovely  Julian, 

And  this  is  the  way  we  talk  ; 
*'!  say,  you  are  my  only  love, 

You  are  my  heart's  delight. 
Won't  you  go  over  the  river, 

To  have  a  little  dance,  ice. 


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M¥  lilTTEill  MiatI  AMIi  I. 
My  little  playmate's  dead  and  gone! 

1  gave  him  many  a  tear  ! 
A  merry  Utile  negro  boy, 

Just  twelve  years  old  this  year, 
Alas!   that  on  my  childhood  heart 

So  great  a  grief  should  lie  ! 
WeTl  no  more  play,  by  uight  or  day, 

My  little  ned  and  I. 
He  was  my  shaddow  where  I  went, 

Subservient  to  my  wil),_ 
But  with  enduring  gentleness 

He  made  me  gentler  still, 
We  climed  the  trees,  we  bridged  the  brook, 

We  chased  the  butterfly  ; 
V/e'li  no  more  play  by  night  or  day,       ^ 

My  little  Ned  and  1. 
I  knew  when  he  became  so  ill, 

His  little  soul   would  go, 
AUhough  my  mother  nursed  him  well 

And  the  Doot»r  said,  oh,  no! 
For  I  had  dreamed  I  saw  his  face 

Look  smiling  from  the  sky  ; 
We'll  no  moro  play,  by  night  or  day, 

Bly  little  Ned  and  1. 
1  heard  him  talking  to  himself 

iibout  the  children  fair, 
With  spangled  dresses,  all  so  fine, 

Who  played  around  him  there  ; 
He  whispered  low  and  promised  thern 

To  join  them  by  and  by  ; 
We'll  no  mora  phy,  by  nigli<  or  ^hy,    ] 

My  iittie  Ned  and  I. 


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That  long,  long  night  we  watched  hii  death, 

The  (logs  howled  at  the  door, 
The  owls  cried  from  the  forest  tree 

A  hundred  times  or  more  ; 
My  mother  closed  his  glazing  eyc3. 

Whilst  1  stood  sobbing  by  ; 
We'll  no  more  play,  by  ijight  or  day, 

My  little  Ned  and  I  ! 
And  when  the  great  plantation  boll 

Resounded  for  the   roll, 
The  roll-call  of  the  heavens  received 

Another  shining  soul. 
I  am  a  school-boy  now — and  he  — 

An   angel  in  the  sky  ; 
We'll  no  more  play  by  night  or  day, 

My  little  Ned  and  I. 

HAPPY  LAND  OF  CAANAN  No.  2. 

Good  evcnin?,  white  folks  all, 

I  have  made  this  little  call, 

To  tell  a  thing  just  popp'd  into  my  cranc'um, 

It's  all  about  the   limes, 

And  I've  done  it  up  in  rhymes. 

To  the  tune  of  the  Happy  Land  of  Canaou. 

Ob,  oh,  oh,  Ila,  ha,   hn,  ha  ha. 

Every  honest  hand  I'd  put  a  cane  in, 

To  whip  them  all  thai  tried 

The  Democrats  to  divide, 

And  sei}d  *em  to  the  lloppy  L?nd  of  Can-'an. 
n 
Some  folks  tulk  about  the  South. 
But  they'd  better  ^hul  ihti:  uiou.h, 


15 

For  \ho  h]g(re.T^  on  n  Southern  ]>Inn'ation, 

Are  better  off  b}'  far 

That)  the  Northetn  poor  follj?!  nre. 

For  they've  always  got  a  steady  sitnsr'an. 
Chorus. 

Ill 

Some  people  now  a  (]av=, 

Have  very  curiou.q   ways, 

-And  say,  Human  flesh  was  never  made  to  trade  in. 

With  words  of  freedom  on  tlieir  lips, 

They'll  tit  out  clipper-ships, 

Andsend  nige;crs  to  the  Happy  Land  of  Cannan. 

(S^pokon.)   That's  Cuba;    that's   their  Happy  Land  of 

Ca^nan.  U'hera  they  get  a  pood  price  fur  the  n'gi^ers. 

Chorus. 

Its  a  funny  thing  to  rno. 

That  the  nigger  now  should  be, 

The  qiicstion  every  body  wants  cxplanin', 

When  there's  not  a  single  man, 

For  the  niggers  care  a  d m 

But  they'd  send  'em  to  the  Happy  Land  of  Caanar^. 

(i^pokon.)   It  ain't  niggers,    it's  do  dollars    makes    de 

rroni)lo  ;  dem  f  )Iks  what  can't  get  de  spoils,  da  dere 

best  to  spoil  de  chances  of  dem  dat  does  get  'em  ; 

flat's  where  do  trouble  is. 

Choi  us. 

V 

We  fearsome  funny  talcp, 
About  Abe  Lincoln  splitting  rails, 
That  his  reputation  never  had  a  stain  on. 
But  the  Dervjocrats  he  can't  split, 
For  men  will  come  together  yet, 
And  send  him  to  the  Hanpy  Land  of  Caanan. 
•  Cbcrus, 


Tficn  let  ui  shout  [lurray  ! 

For  our  conn'ry,  ne.:ir  ant!  far, 

Let  ihe  Democrats  good  feeling  be  regaining, 

And  ynn  in  sweet  communion, 

To  preserve  our  Southern  Union, 

And  send  discord  to  ihe  Happy  Land  of  Caanan 

Chorus. 


DIXIE'S  liAl^n. 

I  wish  I  was  in  dc  land  ob  cotton, 
Cimmon  seed   'an  sandy  bottom — 

In  Dixie's  Land  whar  I  wns  born  in, 
Early  on  one  frosty  morr.in. 

Chor.-^Look   away — look   'way — Dixie 
Land. 

Chorus — Den  I  wish  I  was  in   Dixie, 
lIooray-^Hooray   ! 

Li  Dixie's  Land/ve'll  took  our  stand 
To  lib  and  die  in  Dixie.  (Repeat 

Away^^away  down  South  in  Dixie  ? 
Old  Missus  Marry  Will  de  weaber, 
Williini  was  a  gay  deceaber  ; 
Lcolt  away,  etc. 
"When  he  put  his  arm  around  *er, 
lie  look  a*  fierce  as  a  forty  pounder,  . 


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Look  away,  cic. 
Chorus— Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie,  etc. 
His  face  was  sharp  like  bucher's  cleaber, 
But  dat  didn't  seem  to  grieb  her; 

Look  away.  etc. 
Will  run  away-Missustook  a  decline,  oh 
Her  face  was  de  color  ob  bacon-rine-oh! 

Look  away,  etc. 
Chorus — Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie, etc. 
How  could  she  act  such  a  foolish  part, 
As  marry  a  man  dat  break  her  heart  ? 

Look  away,  etc, 
Chorus^-iDen  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie,  etc 

Here's  a  health  to  de  next  old  Missus, 
And  all  de  galls  dat  wants  to  kiss  us  ; 

Look  away,  etc. 
Now  If  you  waut  to  dribe  away  sorrow) 
Come  and  hear  dis  song  to-morrow  ! 

Look  away,  etc- 

Chorus — Dcu  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie,  etc. 
Sugar  In  de  gourd  and  stonny  baiter, 
De  whites  grow  fat  on  de  niggers  falter! 

Look  away,  etc. 
Den  hoe  It  down  and  scratch  your  grab. 

ble, 
To  Dixie's  Land  I'm  bound  to  trabble, 

Look  away,  etc. 
Ci^on.u-;— Den  I  wi*h  I  wa8  in  Dixie,  etc 


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